So my client asked me this morning, “How’s the hotel? Not going to show up on that Facebook thing you do, is it?” I said no, that it’s great and moderately swanky. I just moved my pillow and the bed spread is covered with 1-2 inch semi curly dark head hair. Not mine. This is my third night in the hotel too.
Lesson Of The Day: housekeeping will OFTEN miss behind the bathroom door. Non-cranial hair.
6/22/11
The Hotel Albuquerque.
I call this Rorsarch Tryst. I see….a sad clown on a sunny day…a squirrel with a basket heading to market…my mom….President Woodrow Wilson…my mom…and the guy who played “Rick” on Magnum PI. You? A Holiday Inn in Ottawa.
To paraphrase William H. Macy’s character from “Wag The Dog”: I know there are three things to be true – there is no such thing as good flan, there is no war in Albania, and there is never such a thing as a good white crusty spot next to a hotel bed. To this, Marky Mark would most assuredly add, “Word!” A Best Western in Ontario
Drink list from Drai’s rooftop bar, W Hotel – Hollywood. (I bought two of each and charged it to the douchebag on the chaise to my right)
W Hotel/Hollywood. This is Sammy and his girlfriend. Sammy is Euro Trash. About 60 and travels the world going to clubs. The cigars here pale in comparison to one he got at a disco in Dubai. The manager had to come in on her day off to apologize to Sammy because his table last night was not to his specifications. Sammy doesn’t work. He “celebrates”. He has “not been up this early in years.” He is miffed if the staff does not know him by name.
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